As I lay here seeing tings that scare me, a creek a bump make me jump, A shadow or sight increece my fright, "It is only your imagination," my mother would say, but not if she saw the monter in my doorway. I want to hide or crawl under the bed, "There are more umder there," my brother said. And as I decide to stand and fight I pull back my fists with all my might I swung my fist at its head, but punch nothing but my bed. I open my eyes there are no monsters anywhere and I realize it was all a nightmare
Reason for writing:
I was only 12 when I wrote this it was a class asignment in Mrs. Walkers English class in Beebe Ar,. As for insperation...None. It was a group of rymes I invented in my head as in all my other poems.
Birth sign: Pisces
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